Called to Love

Life is nothing short of amazing to me. I remember during my high school and college basketball career, how much of a focus this sport was in my life. I could not ever imagine NOT playing. I also felt the same sentiments during my career as a fitness professional. I ate, slept & breathed fitness and most things health-related. I still very much enjoy playing and watching basketball; as well as working out most days of the week. However, these two things are no longer primary focuses in my life.

These days, I think more about God & how He thinks. I think about my husband & his life goals. I think about my vision for my children…..grandchildren and future generations. I think about what success means & looks like from God’s perspective. I think about my relatives. I think about the families and individuals in my neighborhood……..state and country. I think about the leadership & those in authority on every level….police officers, judges, mayors, senators, justices, president, etc… well as their families.

I think about people…..especially babies, children & older adults in other countries. I think about the homeless; as well as the ministries and organizations that help them. I think about domestic violence and sexual abuse victims. I think about the children from fatherless homes; as well as orphans. I think about the people in poor and drug-infested communities. I think about the people who have had bad experiences at religious establishments. I think about the families in strife-filled homes. I think about those children whose parents are on the brink of divorce. I think about both the religious & non-religious people who don’t know God.

I think about the people with broken hearts for various reasons; as well as the lonely & seemingly forgotten older adults. I think about perpetrators of violence and abuse. I think about “regular” people; as well as famous & wealthy people. I think about the depressed, lonely, sad, hurting, and mentally & physically diseased. I think about those who deeply sense that there is something more to life; but not exactly sure what. I think of those people who are filled with hate, anger & rage. I think of those women who so desperately want to have children; but have lost hope due to infertility. I think of those moms, who have suffered miscarriages.

I think of those who are so filled with pain, that cutting seems the only way to relieve it. I think of those who are living a lie, & desperately crave for truth to be revealed. I think of those with strained familial relationships. I think of those military families, whose loved one never made it back home. I think of those single parents, who are wondering how to make ends meet. I think of those who are struggling with their true identity.

I think of all of these people; & I’m overcome with love…..not the fleeting feeling & emotionally- based pseudo one. I’m talking about the one that covers all wrongs…..the dependable one that is patient, kind, selfless, forgiving, hopeful, trusting, supportive & loyal…..the one that says & demonstrates: “I find no fault with you.”

My focus in life has once again shifted. I eat, sleep & breathe how I can share this type of love, with all those who I think about. So yeah…..I still enjoy basketball & fitness; but these days they both take a backseat to my commitment & vision of loving people right where they are.

Expect the Miraculous!

Happy September beloveds!!! I’m expecting the miraculous this month; & I’m already off to a great start. On Saturday, I took my kids to Six Flags; since the library was closed. We watched a show, had lunch & rode some rides. On our way out of the park, I discovered that I didn’t have my wallet. Immediately, I went back to the place where I knew that I last had it. The staff had not seen it. I said aloud: “I refuse to fear.” I also prayed; & reminded myself that God knew exactly where my wallet was; & that I can not lose anything with Him. I then asked one of the employees where the Lost & Found was. She gave me instructions & I went. It turned out to be exactly where I discovered that didn’t have my wallet! In that very spot, I heard: “Where is your wallet?” I went inside & asked the employee had anyone turned in a hot pink coach wallet. She asked me my bar, looked at my license inside; & said, yes, this is yours.

As you can imagine, I was super delighted! As expected, NOTHING was missing from my wallet. Some might say luck; but I say GOD all day long!! I lost my wallet on four different occasions during my adult life; & it has come back to me with everything in in EVERY time. I mistakingly left it on my tray during my freshman year in college; & through it out in the cafeteria & didn’t even realize it. We’ll, my roommate came back to our room; & returned my wallet to me. Once, I left it at the Health Food store; & someone turned it in, to the police; who brought it to my office. The third time that I was separated from my wallet, someone again, turned it in to the police (in another town); who called me; & returned my wallet AGAIN! There was nothing missing. from it each time.

I was grateful (& still am) to God each time; but this time, it was so precious to me. It served as a reminder of God’s faithfulness; & how He had already orchestrated everything, before I even realized it was gone. I REALLY don’t understand how people live life without knowing or trusting God. This time was also special to me, because my kids got to observe everything; & I was able to share with them how God took care of my wallet the other three times. I am thoroughly convinced that I am my ABBA’s princess; & the details of my life matter to Him.

Once again, Happy September & expect the miraculous this month!